Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Andorra and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Mighty Diamonds to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann,
Subhumans,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soulsonic Force,
kango's stein massive,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
The J.B.'s,
The Trojans,
Average White Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eddi Front,
Trumans Water,
Aloha Tigers,
Kerri Chandler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moby Grape,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ohio Players,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
Ituana,
The Selecter,
Talk Talk,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mission of Burma,
Fluxion,
Gil Scott Heron,
Iggy Pop,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smoke,
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
The Litter,
Sister Nancy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blackbyrds,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.